Description:This is Book 4 in the New York Times and USA Today bestselling paranormal romance ‘Accidentally Yours’ series.
Meet Dr. Antonio Acero. Heir to Spain’s wealthiest family, world-renowned physicist, and dedicated bachelor. While on vacation in southern Mexico, Antonio discovers an ancient Mayan tablet. Local legends say it contains magical properties, properties that could put his stalling research on the map.
But is this really his lucky break?
When Antonio attempts to put the tablet to use, he'll discover that Fate has other plans. Her name is Ixtab, and she’s quite possibly the deadliest deity who ever lived.
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
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Excerpt:
“What an idiot,” the woman growled. “By the
way, there’s nothing wrong with the package—you still have your gorgeous face.
And that body. Hell, you’re a crime against female nature and should be shot on
the spot for being so beautiful. Sadly, I can’t say the same for what’s on the
inside. In fact, you’re disgusting.”
“What the…?”
“Don’t act surprised,” she said. “I know how you
use women then throw them away. And I’m here to warn you: if you continue your
cheap man-whoring ways, I will hunt you down and pluck out your gonads. Got
it?”
Man whore? Gonads? He had no clue how to
respond.
“Let’s get on with the show, shall we, Romeo?”
she said.
Who was this woman? She sounded crazier than he
did. “And what show would that be?” he asked.
“Does that pathetic brain of yours still work?
Because I heard you’re supposed to be smart. You don’t sound so smart to me.”
Santa Maria. She was ruthless. No way was she a
doctor or psychologist; she was pinche loca. “Who the hell are you?”
“Shut up before I change my mind. Teen uk’al
k’iinam. Teen uk’al yah.” A pair of hands hit his chest, jolting him like a
defibrillator.
His back painfully arched and each muscle in
this body went rigid with the blistering heat. The air filled with the scent of
fresh cut daisies and fragrant vanilla, and the heaviness lifted from his
chest. It was as though a dark cloud had been sieved from his soul. Clean air
entered his lungs, giving him quarter to breathe again. Memories, happy ones,
flooded his heart—playing hide and seek with this brother in the Spanish
vineyards during summer, scuba diving in the Mediterranean, the paella at his
favorite little restaurant in the town near his home in Penedès.
“What did you do?” he whispered into the abyss.
“I saved your sorry ass, but not so you can
continue your dude-slutting. Got it? You will take this chance I’ve given you
to do bigger and better things—one of which will be going back to work on that
tablet.”
“How do you know about the tablet?” It was a
secret.
“I’m a spy for the government. We know
everything,” she said as though she was overwhelmed by boredom.
“Here.” She shoved a card in his hand. “Once
you’re home, call this number. They’ll send you a tutor and an assistant. And
yes, Einstein, the number is written in braille. I’m also having the landlord
install a braille phone and set up your computer. The tutor will come to
reteach you to read. And before you thank me, you should know that I
accidentally killed your cat. I’m really sorry but it…”
Antonio’s mind whirled as the woman apologized
profusely for murdering his cat—something about it getting loose and jumping
out a window?—and then proceeded to hurl endless, demeaning insults peppered
with every swear word in the English language along with a few choice words in
Spanish, too. She was so…damned horrible and bitter! The sourest, most
cantankerous female he’d ever met. A thousand sailors could not compete with
her sharp edges and unfiltered mouth. And yet, she was strangely alluring.
“So,” she took a breath, “you got it?
Comprende, señor Acero?”
“Uh…yes?”
“Good. My work here is done. Have a happy life,
ass ho—I mean, Antonio.”
“Wait! You’re leaving?” he sat up in bed.
“Sorry. Gotta get back to saving lives and all.
And by the way, Tony, we’d all appreciate it if you’d get back to work on the
tablet before the world blows up.”
About the Author:
Before taking up a permanent residence in the San Francisco
Bay Area, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
spent time living near NYC (became a shopaholic), in Mexico City (developed a
taste for very spicy food), and Arizona (now hates jumping chollas but pines
for sherbet sunsets). Her love of pre-Hispanic culture, big cities, and romance
inspires her to write when she’s not busy with kids, hubby, work, and life…or
getting sucked into a juicy novel. Or hosting the Man Candy Show on
Radioslot.com! (Be very afraid!). She hopes that someday, leather pants for men
will make a big comeback and that her writing might make you laugh (or give you
a mini-vacay) when you need it most.
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